Silently, Trowa descended the elevator shaft, playing out the nylon cord with strong, sure hands. He landed catlike upon the top of the elevator car, crouched, and listened. His quarry was on the phone, demanding a quick resolution to the stuck elevator. He had important meetings this afternoon!
An expert saboteur, Trowa knew it would be some time before the elevator would move again. He had plenty of time. When the phone conversation ended, he lifted the plate from the top of the elevator and slipped quickly down into the car.
"Hi," he said to the exasperated occupant.
Quatre gaped at him. "Trowa? What on earth--?"
"Your secretary wouldn't give me an appointment or forward my calls."
"You've been calling me?"
"Yeah," Trowa said, swiping a hand through his hair. "You're not an easy man to contact."
"No, I guess not." Quatre leaned back against the wall, studying Trowa with narrowed eyes and a quirk in his lips. "You sabotaged the elevator, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"How did you get past security?"
Trowa raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.
Quatre chuckled. "Fair enough." Then, more seriously he asked, "What's going on?"
With a shrug, Trowa replied, "I just wanted to see you."